Who Wrecks?
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The scattered footsteps echoed ominously through the back alleys, occasionally interrupted by the familiar sound of searing energy burning the crisp cold air at ridiculous temperatures, and being hurled toward the source of the footsteps. Now, on Courscant, it was not unheard of to take matters into your own hands and deal with the rift-raft and various brigands, but Xavier never expected to be chased like this. He was being chased by a rather large gang, easily fifteen deep. What had he done to get himself in this situation? He danced with the leader's sister. Danced. Not tongued. Not ****ed. He danced.
As he shot his right hand out for the top of the fence, in order to throw himself over it, he screamed back,
"I just wanted a dance! Is it my fault her ass is out of this world? An Asteroid, maybe?"
He couldn't resist a little jeering, words definitely weren't going to get him out of here.
As he shot his right hand out for the top of the fence, in order to throw himself over it, he screamed back,
"I just wanted a dance! Is it my fault her ass is out of this world? An Asteroid, maybe?"
He couldn't resist a little jeering, words definitely weren't going to get him out of here.